Addicted to You(47)

Landon opened the garage door and paused. “Hold that thought.”

“Uh-oh, you got him all fired up now.” Matt laughed and plopped down on the couch in the now clean living room. “You got anything for a headache?”

Colby nodded, reached into the kitchen cabinet where he stored the ibuprofen, then tossed him the bottle.

The garage door reopened and Landon stepped through already talking. “Okay, so if I’m not mistaken, you’re saying you did seventy percent of the winning?”

“Seems about right.” I grinned, just to egg him on.

“What I’m thinking is we should just call it fifty/fifty because my drunkenness just took my superior beer pong skills down to average-guy range.”

“Oh? So that’s what we want to call it? Hmm…Okay, if this helps keep your ego nice and inflated, I guess I can get on board with that.”

“Hey now…” He forced back a smile.

“Kidding. We all know I suck at beer pong. If it hadn’t been for my champion of a partner and Matt’s extreme inebriation, I wouldn’t have stood a chance. It was a team effort and we…how did you say it? Mopped the floors with the blood of our enemies?”

“Damn girl, you’re feisty. This isn’t no red wedding. I just said we kicked some ass.”

“Oh, you didn’t say something like that? Wow, now I see how the inflated ego comes about. That kind of win just really goes straight to the head. I’m like crazy with power.”

“I’d say.” He laughed. “And remind me to never play against you.”

“Anyone want me to order a pizza?” Colby blurted.

I glanced at him, not sure if he intended to end the conversation but getting clear vibes that it wasn’t coincidence.

He shrugged. “I’m getting hungry.”

“Taylor’s my ride, so whatever she wants to do,” I answered.

Colby glanced at Taylor.

“Um, I’m just here to pick up Matt, so whatever he wants.”

“I can’t even think about food. I really just want a shower and a bed, but if y’all want pizza…”

“Well, I’m going to order pizza. Isla, I’ll give you a ride home after you eat. Taylor, you’re welcome to stay and eat too. And Matt, you can shower here and crash in my bed while we eat. But if you’d rather head home, that’s cool too.”

Everyone just stared for a moment, even Landon. Considering Colby was usually the peacemaker, not the decision maker, his taking charge seemed to throw the group off. But then I smiled, enjoying this side of Colby.

“Extra olives, please.”

Taylor turned to Matt and he shrugged, like he’d go with whatever she wanted, but she took pity on him. “I’m not that hungry. I can just get you home.” She paused, then turned to me. “Are you okay with that?” She glanced between Colby and Landon, then back at me.

I nodded, but Taylor seemed to be waiting for more. Her expression seemed to say, “You sure you want to be stuck with these two?” Like she’d find an out for me if I couldn’t come up with one myself.

So I smiled. “I got a ride and pizza. I’m good.”

“Okay.” Taylor seemed to relax. “Call me if, you know…”

“I will.”

After they left, I looked between the boys, wondering if I’d regret this, then took a deep breath and sat on the couch. “Maybe extra cheese too.”

Landon plopped down on the other couch and clicked on the TV. “Sounds good to me.”

Colby pulled out his phone to place the order, then slid it back into his pocket and crashed on the end of the couch opposite me. “The pizza will be here in half an hour.”

“Cool. If I fall asleep, wake me when it gets here.” Landon reached to the sky with a big yawn, then stretched out on his couch. He tossed the remote between Colby and me. “Feel free to change it. This looks like it’s gonna be a total chick flick.”

I was pretty sure Colby knew I loved this movie, but I glanced at him to assure him I was okay with a channel change. “You can change it.”

He settled back, angling his legs in my direction to give himself more room to stretch out. “I’m good.”

I smiled, and though I wasn’t sure exactly what he was thinking, there seemed to be a bit of you’re welcome behind his little grin.

I stared at Landon, stretched out on the couch opposite me, eyes heavy with sleep. Maybe it had been a misunderstanding. Landon had been drunk and not thinking clearly, and Colby interpreted something he’d said or done as feelings. Then I looked to Colby, comfortable by my side. He may not remember my ultimatum but if he did, he seemed to be okay with whatever decision he was making. Problem was, it was hard to tell if he was choosing friendship or more. After all, we’d always been comfortable together. With a deep breath, I focused back on the movie. Whatever was going on in this moment felt pretty good. Maybe I should just enjoy it. After all, how many more moments like this would we get?